Combine his natural power with his old-man strength and you’ve got one hell of a weapon. Usually it’s wise not not mess with a Southerner with a walrus mustache anyways. Chances are there’s always a firearm within a couple feet at all times. But the only guns this great grandfather needs reside on his arms, and they’re probably more deadly than anything on the black market anyways.
Can’t wait to see grandpop’s here dominate at every single event at the Senior Olympics. Or just hear him excel at what normal senior citizens do. Those pipes and that body are perfect for watching old reruns of Matlock and driving to the store to return fruit.